Candace Nasar

[candace]

candace magdalene nasar !



SHE SAYS I'VE GOT THE BEST
beating heart in the world

HEY THERE, MY NAME IS LEECH
AND I'VE BEEN AROUND THIS PLANET SIXTEEN
TIMES, BUT I'VE BEEN ROLE-PLAYING FOR SEVEN YEARS.
THE OTHER CHARACTER I PLAY HERE IS DMITRI MATRYOSHKA
AND OH, WAIT, ONE LAST THING. THAT PHRASE IN THE RULES IS /cheat and die;;!

IT MAKES HER WANT TO TWIRL AROUND
until she hit’s the ground

[/b] Candace Magdalene Nasar
NICKNAMES: She’s not much of a nickname person.
AGE: Sixteen
GENDER: Female
RACE: Nagini
CLASS: B
PLAY BY: Blue from Pokemon Adventures[/size][/ul]

I SWEAR TOGETHER WE'VE BEEN
here before but we never looked away

[/b] Her large eyes are a bright, darker-than-sky blue than with a hint of teal to them.
HAIR: Candace’s wavy hair is very long and is a light, mellow shade of brown.
SKIN: Though her race is typically pale, Candace’s clear skin is tan.
BODY: Candace has a feminine hourglass figure and is by no means delicately built. In her human form she’s on the shorter side of the scale.
UNUSUAL: Though she has a few small scars, the nagini has none that are particularly disfiguring, a token of her soft lifestyle. Her ears are both pierced. Like the rest of her species, she has a forked tongue even when in her human form.
OTHER FORM:

In her alternate form, her upper half remains mostly unchanged. There are a few subtle changes in her face – her canine teeth grow into long, slender fangs suited for injecting venom, she’s able to dislocate and relocate her jaw at will, and her eyes lose their pupils and become more snakelike and almost hypnotic – but she remains recognizably human. Along her spine are faint rosettes similar to those of a rainbow boa, though they lack scales and look more like blossoms of color beneath her skin than hints of a serpentine nature. Starting at the prow of her hips, though, is the most obvious bestial trait: instead of legs she has the scaly, muscular body of a snake. Her immaculately cleaned, iridescent scales are a brilliant red-orange and marked with the black rosette markings of a rainbow boa, continuing those that trail down her spine. Her ‘belly scales’ are a sandy cream color and link together well to protect her and allow her to move deceptively quick. Her snake form is nearly nine feet long.

APPEARANCE:

Candace may be no natural breathtaking beauty, but despite her sour personality she does have a prettiness about her. Unlike most of her typically pale-skinned race, Candace’s skin has a faint, healthy tan, one gleaned more from genetics than from baking out in the sun for hours. Her skin is generally clear, with no major scars to draw attention, though the makeup that she cakes on would hide any perceived imperfection. In her human form she stands at a petite five-foot-four, making her less than physically intimidating. She’s a creature of curves, from her large chest to her wide hips flaring out like the pedestal of an hourglass, and she utilizes this by often dressing in a provocative manner. Some would call her chubby, which, to a degree, might be true, though it wouldn’t be wise to call her that to her face; she has a soft belly and her thighs are hardly pillars of muscle, but she hides whatever signs of excess weight that there are well, looking hale and healthy rather than mildly overweight.

Her face has a full look to it, from her gracefully angled jawline to her round cheeks and small forehead. Her lips are thin and her nose is small, and her pierced ears (to her dismay) stick out prominently and are usually laden with heavy earrings. Her eyelashes are long but very fine in color, prompting her to slather mascara on them every day. Like all other members of her serpentine species, Candace’s tongue is long and forked, adding a sinuous curl to her chirping voice. Her eyes are a very clear blue color, one the Italian language would label as celeste, as bright as the sky but slightly darker and with a hint of teal to them. She typically frames them with carefully-applied eyeshadow or kohl, but even without makeup they’re naturally luminous. Her voluminous hair is long – when in a braid, it nearly reaches the small of her back – and slightly wavy, and its hue is not dissimilar the color of wheat bran. When in her natural nagini form, her hair is typically done in a thousand tiny braids and wound with golden thread, giving her monstrous form a touch of exoticness.

The nagini dresses in a way that straddles the border between ‘classy’ and ‘provocative:’ she favors dresses and skirts, though rarely do either reach her knees. She favors dark, rich colors like black or plum in her outfits; unless its harshness is emphasized white is a color that she thinks only children should wear, and pastel colors are for fools. Candace often drapes herself in jewelry, though it’s usually heavy, bulky jewelry instead of delicate chains and filigree. Though she might not enjoy having legs compared to her serpentine true form, she’s no stranger to high heels and the like and can click about gracefully in them, a sight more than many out of practice with walking can say.

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TWO SEATS INSIDE AN EMPTY ROOM
with one more night what’s left to lose

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• city lights
  
• wind chimes
  
• storms and lightning
  
• dramatic cloudscapes
  
• the atmosphere of a carnival
  
• velvet
  
• silk
  
• chocolate and desserts of all sorts
  
• the smell of roasting meat
  
• pop music
  
• frenzied songs
  
• watching people dance
  
• games, especially when money is on the line
  
• compliments
  
• human literature
  
• sleeping in in the mornings
  
• watching others fight
  
• being in her natural form
  
• gold jewelry
  
• gemstones

DISLIKES:

• silence
  
• ignorant humans
  
• lower-classmen who don’t know their place
  
• vegetables
  
• being in her human form
  
• birds and bird-creatures
  
• frogs
  
• the smell of burnt food
  
• pancakes
  
• iron
  
• fire and the stench of smoke
  
• sick people and the stench of illness
  
• the texture of dry dirt
  
• being seen without makeup on
  
• lemons in her water
  
• cheap sweets
  
• vulgarity
  
• people she perceives as overly eccentric
  
• small mammals

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STRENGTHS:

SPEED – To a creature with legs, Candace’s serpentine form probably looks ungainly and slow. Despite this, Candace is deceptively quick in both of her forms, outpacing many by virtue of her species instead of by training or physical fitness.

ENHANCED SENSES – Again because of her species, Candace has senses superior to a human’s. Her sight, hearing, and even taste are all enhanced, and she can ‘taste’ the air for scents. Her skin is also slightly more sensitive, leading her to have a preference for silky or velvety clothing.

SWIMMING – She is at home in the water, even in her monstrous form, and is an excellent swimmer. Though she can’t compete with kelpies, selkies, and other naturally aquatic creatures in their home turf, she is naturally a stronger swimmer than humans or other creatures not naturally inclined to swimming. She can hold her breath for minutes at a time.

HEAT TOLERANCE – She may prefer mildly warm weather and pleasantly sunny days, but that doesn’t change the fact that, in her natural form, Candace can tolerate obscenely hot temperatures for longer periods of time than most non-fire-affiliated creatures; not only does she not become dehydrated as quickly as others, short bouts of heat invigorate her.

VENEMOUS – Those fangs she sprouts in her bestial form aren’t just for show; she can use them to inject a peculiar venom into her foes and prey. Though the initial bite may be painful, the venom curiously erases pain and causes the victim to become lethargic, slowing and even paralyzing them. Large or physically strong creatures can usually shake off the effects of her venom within fifteen minutes, but human-sized creatures may be incapacitated for up to an hour. Though it’s not usually lethal, it does slow the heart, and small prey animals like rabbits or humans weakened from substantial blood loss may die from her poison. She also has a resistance to the venom of other nagas and snakes.

WEAKNESSES:

BIRDS – Like the rest of her species, Candace is particularly vulnerable to attacks from birds and avian creatures. Their beaks and talons can tear through her skin and scales as if they posed no more resistance than tissue paper. Because of this, she’s developed a loathing of anything with feathers and a beak, though she tolerates avian aspects of members of her clique.

PHYSICAL VULNERABILITY – An alligator’s tough hide defends it from physical trauma like a leathery shield. A snake’s scales, on the other hand, seem to do little to protect their wearer. Though Candace is particularly vulnerable to a bird’s attacks, she also has few natural defenses from any sort of physical attack, forcing her to rely on her speed, venom, and wiles.

SELF-CONTROL – Candace has very little self-control and is as greedy for goods and attention as a spoiled child, making her easy to manipulate through gifts and flattery.

VULNERABILITY TO COLD – She’s cold-blooded, so it should make sense that she cannot tolerate cold weather. It makes her both physically and mentally sluggish and puts her in a foul mood.

SECRETS: She doesn’t talk much about her family life. She is deeply insecure with her physical appearance, and though she seems to seek their attention through her behavior and the way she dresses, Candace generally has to feign attraction to males. She’s a little nerdy at heart.
OVERALL:

Members of the Seven Sins call her Gluttony. Though the girl hates that this seems to be a defining trait of hers, it suits her well: Candace is a creature of excess. When she can reach something she covets – be it her most common vice, food, or a newly-discovered author’s works, or a style of clothing, or a person she finds attractive – she gorges herself, literally or figuratively, until she makes herself sick. She never learns temperance from the discomfort she suffers, always putting herself through another cycle of decadent excess and following misery. In this same vein, she’s a spoiled girl, used to getting what she wants; if her wishes, no matter how trivial, are not immediately granted, she either becomes crafty about acquiring the object of her desire or insistent and bratty until her needs are satisfied.

Though she’s a brat and a glutton, Candace was raised up to be ‘proper.’ This upbringing manifests itself in a typical politeness and careful control of emotions. Even if someone’s genuinely upset or infuriated her, her masque of insipid politeness rarely budges; if she actually shows a negative emotion, it’s likely because she’s in a rare moment of weakness and vulnerability and likely will be accompanied by tears. Instead of showing her displeasure, Candace is distinctly passive-aggressive, making snide comments disguised as pity compliments or helpful tips when her jealousy or inborn insecurities are roused by another. She can be a bully when the occasion calls for it – sometimes it seems that she thrives on the humiliation of others. She has a grudging respect and jealousy for the upper classes and, while she doesn’t loathe the C and D classes, she sees them as fit only for servitude and becomes annoyed if they don’t seem to know their proper place in the hierarchy. Humans are seen as playthings to be used up and manipulated, and if they don’t know their place then they’re expendable.

Her sense of self-worth is directly tied to the compliments of opinions of others, but she’s adept at hiding this dependency. Unfortunately, this leads her to be slightly ‘promiscuous;’ even if she’s not attracted to a particular person, if they play their cards right and are of the proper class she’ll become physically intimate with them to reassure herself that she is someone to be wanted. That being said, someone scolding her or trying to pick at her insecurities won’t utterly devastate her; she has a tougher skin than that, as she should with two older brothers. She merely forms grudges or replies with her trademark petty comments.

It may be at odds with her typical vapid masquerade, but Candace is actually fairly intelligent. She enjoys doing well in classes unless they’re thoroughly extraneous, and she’s fairly good at both math and English. She also enjoys reading human literature – in her opinion, stories are one of the only things that humans can produce well. Though she practically devours all sorts of human novels and poems and dramas and epics, she generally hides that, not wanting to be perceived as, you know, nerdy.

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WE LAY WITH NOT A WORD TO SAY
alone we’ll wait ‘til something’s wrong

[/b] Lyra Potameides [thirty-three]
FATHER: Janus Nasar [sixty-one]
SIBLINGS: Sanguine Nasar[half-brother, twenty-five], Saturnino Nasar [half-brother, twenty]
OTHER PEOPLE: Tiamat Premis [father’s mate, sixty-three], Maris Tethys [father’s mate, forty-one], Madeleine [tutor], Zainab and Ahken [servants]
HISTORY: Her father was the tenth son of the brother of the leader of a desert tribe of naga who controlled one of the most prodigious gold mines in the world. It was a narrow connection to wealth, certainly, but it was one that allowed him access to as much money as he desired. He never had to work a day in his life, but he wanted to make his own way in the world, disinterested in the savage life of feral naga. He preferred hot, barren regions, as his blood dictated, and these regions tend not to be great generators of capital; there is, however, one exception to this rule: Las Vegas. Janus wandered into the city in human form when he was still a young man restless to make his own way. He found the humans, easy to manipulate through their greed, quaint, and the sprawling casinos that devoured them in body and mind as enamoring. Janus, as a naga, was a master of games and gambling, and using the gold money of his people he founded a casino of his own. It was called the Oasis, but the many humans and occasional supernatural that lost their life savings within its doors gave it the nickname ‘the Devil’s Den.’

Janus’ mate, a proud, powerful nagini a few years his elder, was his intellectual equal and a shrewd woman who oversaw much of the Oasis’ affairs. Unfortunately, a few years into their relationship her flaw became clear: she was barren and would yield for him no heirs. Tiamat herself may have been stunned and hurt by this revelation, but if she was, she hid it well. Tiamat was never one to emote. Instead, she encouraged Janus to take on a second mate, as tribal laws dictated that he could; he chose Maris Tethys, a pretty but foolish vapid maiden, as his second mate, and she bore him two sons: Sanguine and Saturnino.

One day a diplomat from a river-dwelling tribe of naga came to the Oasis to strengthen the ties between his family and Janus’s, and with him was his daughter, a graceful but shy nagini named Lyra Potameides. Janus found her attractive enough and coveted her, and Lyra wasn’t able to evade his tactful maneuvers. Her father was ashamed of her and left her in the city rather than take her back to the only family she’d ever known. Lyra resisted Janus’s will for a few weeks, but it soon became clear that she was too delicate and couldn’t survive streets filthy with humanity. Janus cordially invited her into his harem. She hated the desert, cared little for her husband or his sons, and was often an easy target for the Tiamat and Maris’ displeasures. She was, to say the least, at the bottom of the pecking order until she gave Janus one of the few things he had lacked: a daughter.

Candace hatched, as the saying goes, from a silver egg: never was there anything that she wanted for. Her mother showed her as much love as she could, her father spoiled her rotten, her brothers tolerated whatever fancies got into her head, and her Aunt Maris treated her like a favorite doll, showering her with fancy clothing and new toys. Tiamat was the only one who didn’t make concessions for her simply because she was the only daughter; if anything, the Amazonian woman treated her like she would have treated a daughter of her own: distantly in the early years.

As she got older, though, her brothers no longer tolerated her childish games, too absorbed in learning aspects of their trade from their father or practicing fighting each other to accommodate her. Her personal governess, Madeleine, had little patience for her. Maris subtly encouraged her to start ensnaring boys, but Candace had little interest in the opposite gender. Tiamat, of all people, was the one Candace started to idolize and imitate: Tiamat was powerful in her own right, even though her once-fair face was becoming lined with age, and Tiamiat never expressed anything but a weary scorn for the world.

Eventually, though, a pair of servants caught the spoiled girl’s interest: they were a brother and sister, Zainab and Ahken, a wily pair of warriors who’d once been rogue bandits preying on humans. They were called the thorns of Babylon, the Annunaki – gods of the underworld – but despite this reputation they were merely mortal naga. They acted as bodyguards to her father, though occasionally the two would masquerade as simple poker dealers in the casino. Candace found the two fascinating, especially Zainab: in Zainab she saw the fierceness she admired in Tiamat combined with a strange, rugged beauty that was utterly enamoring. She tried to follow them wherever they went, much to their amusement. Eventually, after a half a year of clumsy admiration from a distance, she told Zainab. She hadn’t expected the woman to laugh in her face, or tell her father, or have her father infuriated by the entire mess and send her to some boarding school in the mountains that she’d never even heard of.

Yeah, well, lots of things happen in life unexpectedly.

Though she was prepared to loathe Akashibai, she discovered that she enjoyed the measure of independence that being away from home gave her, and she secretly enjoyed her studies. She made a few ‘friends,’ though a strange and corrupting band of friends they were. She utilized the masks that her aunts had taught her to use. Now, returning for her second year, Candace looks forward to the school with vague interest instead of the trepidation she once felt. [/size][/ul]

WITH FACES PRESSED AGAINST THE
wall lets show the world what we are about

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RP SAMPLE: The sun shone brightly overhead despite the chill in the air, making the already-scant clouds look like nothing more than thinly spread mist. The Sea of Flowers lived up to its name: the tall grass speckled with buds and blooms grew as high as his waist, if not higher, and every time a wind brushed against the seemingly endless field the grass rippled as if a verdant wave was breaking. Anthony directed his gaze from the endless sky overhead back to the sea of greenery surrounding him, and then with a yawn looked lazily to the left. The Starmie a yard away from him bobbed idly in the crisp breeze as if she was drifting in a current instead of in midair, and though a flicker of acknowledgement ran through her consciousness when he glanced over, her attention was primarily on the Buneary scurrying alongside her. The second star fixed to her back rotated slowly as chime-like notes emanated from her core; a few seconds after the notes reverberated into silence the Buneary stopped abruptly in his tracks, bringing their aimless progression to a halt yet again, and squeakily imitated the larger pokemon. The sound waves of the Round distorted the air as they passed through it, but with no opponent to knock back, they dissipated quickly, causing the grass to wave as if disturbed by a breath of wind. The coffee-colored pokemon stared blankly at his star-shaped mentor before, with a dismissive nose-twitch, he scrambled deeper into the meadow.

The wayward course that the young Buneary was set on following would have irritated Anthony had they been at home – if you were going to delve into the streets and canals of Virenya, you had best have a destination in mind – but the pastoral scenery surrounding them kept him at ease. Virenya City was an antiquated utopia edged by an ocean that seemed as endless as the plains they now wandered through, but it was still acityand thus barreled into the future at a pace both breakneck and exhausting. A brief retreat to the rural countryside was pleasant, and even he had difficulty finding fault in the flowers and flora that abounded here.
A laugh, soft and vaguely feminine, sounded in the back of his brain, and Anthony glanced over to his soulmate; the gem at her center faced him, and though her appearance made her mood impossible to guess, he could sense her amusement.{You would be bored out of your mind if you lived in a place like this,}Enyo observed, secondary star still for a moment.
“You’re right,”he responded after a moment, lips twitching into a reluctant smile,“but there’s nothing wrong with enjoying it while we’re here, is there?”
{Of course not.}There was a pause, and then,{I doubt that you’ll be enjoying it tomorrow when you have to start the long walk home and your feet are aching.}
Anthony grimaced at that but didn’t respond, instead scanning the meadow to locate the recently-acquired Buneary. The young creature’s random maundering had given way to lazy hops and toddling steps in a constant direction, and judging by the way the rabbit-like creature would occasionally stop to rub its nubby nose against stalks of grass, it was following some sort of scent-trail – hopefully not the trail of something larger and fiercer than the Buneary himself was. The coordinator swallowed a yawn and tucked his hands into his pockets, looking from the lapine to its apparent destination: ahead was a river cutting a wide and shallow swathe across the fields, barely visible through the tall foliage.“That’ll be the Silver River,”he murmured to Enyo, recalling the map that he’d studied the night prior.“It empties into the ocean… we could Surf to the coast and then follow it to Virenya.”
{We could,}the Starmie agreed,{but you’ll be uncomfortable after a few hours, and everything we brought with us will be soaked. If we can’t make it back to the city before it gets late, you’ll have to spend the night with wet supplies. It would be best to try to borrow the Ponyta again tomorrow for the trip home.}
He didn’t reply for a moment, only frowning slightly as he watched the newest addition to their team: Marzipan had increased his pace and was now bounding through the flourishing meadow, apparently set on reaching a target he couldn’t even see over the tall grass. Anthony, on the other hand, could make out the human figure walking alongside the shallow river; while the figure was too far away to discern many details, he could tell by their build that they were female and likely young. What would a young woman be doing in the middle of a Sea of Flowers…?
{I could ask the same for us,}Enyo interjected, exasperated.{She’s probably a trainer on her way to or from Anor. You shouldn’t let Marzipan wander so far from you; she might mistake him for a feral --}
{-- and he’d deserve any thrashing her pokemon gave him.}he retorted mentally as he, at a markedly slow pace, began to follow the path that the Buneary had taken.{Maybe that would teach him not to wander off.}

The normal-type pokemon in question had no notion of the conversation transpiring between his coordinator and the man’s soulmate, and even if he had known it would have mattered very little; he was too busy following the intriguing scent of human and fowl through the impossibly tall grass to possibly care about the opinions of the man who had caught him. Marzipan’s ears rolled up tightly in excitement as the grass ahead of him thinned out and the soil beneath his woolly paws gave way to smooth, viscous mud. He tumbled onto the bank of the river, and for a second his quarry was forgotten as he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the clear water. When his own wavering reflection ceased to entertain, he glanced up again and caught sight of a girl and a duckling pokemon a few meters away. A shrill squeal of excitement escaped the Buneary as he gamboled closer, dark eyes wide in fascination. The Ducklett was a few inches taller than himself, but with its fluffy chest and lemon-yellow beak, it hardly looked intimidating. Marzipan opened his mouth, but instead of a delighted squeak the same strange notes that he’d uttered before escaped. He cocked his head to the side in confusion, and then, inquisitive about the effects the dissonant song would have on this strange blue bird, uttered a playful cry and released a Round again.

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